Dear Meggie

October 27th, 2012

October 27th, 2012

 

Dear Meggie,
Garret Skeeter is having a Halloween party. He invited you, but not me. But he said I was allowed to come, as long as you came, too. I think he likes you. Anyway, I’m a lot more excited than you probably are. I’ve never really been to a party before.

Now I can finally know what everyone is talking about. The party. And now, I can be a part of it. I know I don’t completely belong, but the fact that I got to go and some of the prettiest girls in school don’t get to go is just enough to make my day.

I’m pretty sure you already know about the fact that Skeeter has just about the best parties in school. It’s almost impossible to crash it, and only if you’re one of the popular kids, you can go. You usually get invited to things like this. You’re more well known than I am. Everyone always assumes that Sarah’s your best friend, instead of me. I’m basically invisible, but since Garret saw us together, maybe he’ll think I’m important, too.

I also found out that Will is gonna be there. Hasn’t he been your crush since seventh grade? Maybe you guys will talk a whole bunch, and he’ll fall in love with your perfect self. Can you imagine it, Meggie?

I realize that I sound childish, being so excited about a party. But you just don’t understand how important this one thing is to me. I’m finally gonna get to go to a party. And, more importantly, a Garret Skeeter party. I heard one time, that Amanda Realms woke up next to a goat farm after one of his parties, and her parents almost killed her. And this other time, Ian Blake slept with Penelope Hitch! Can you imagine those two together?
I wonder what you do at his parties. Where will you end up at the end of the night? Or what crazy things will you do during it? I know that Sarah will probably try to sleep her way into it. She didn’t get an invitation.

Sorry for being so childish Meggie. I know these things are not so big of a deal to you. With one flip of your long brown hair, you can get yourself into anything, any place, any time. But I’m a different story. I flip my knotted, dirty, brownish-blonde hair and no one bats an eye. You don’t understand how great you have it, Meggie. You don’t.

 

Your not-as-perfect friend,

                                                                                                                         Harriett